Author's Note: So this chapter ended up getting very long. I ended up cutting it down the middle and the other half will be uploaded as the next chapter very soon. Thank you to everyone who reads these, please comment or send feedback with questions/comments/or anything you wanna talk about! Enjoy! ************************** Chapter 4: Stress and Distra...
I suppose that you could call what happened a 'Lesbian' experience; although I haven't really been drawn to women before or since, except for this woman of course! The action took place a few years ago when we had a severe and sudden snow storm that left people trapped in cars on motorways for twenty four hours and in outlying towns. I'm an administrator fo...
Chapter Four: Red Tulips Apologies for the long delay since my last update. It's been a tough year, and I got stalled for quite a while, but after a couple of false starts here I am again. As I post this, Chapter 5 is with my beta readers and I'm starting on Chapter 6. "Hey Anjali!" "Hello Sarah, how are you?" "Oh, not too bad... look, my boss has asked...
The world of human sexuality is a complicated place. People are rarely exactly what they appear to be. As a lawyer who moonlights as a BDSM expert and part-time dominatrix, I know this implicitly. My name is Tina Adewale. I'm a six-foot-two, voluptuous and quite sexy woman of African and Native American descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts....
I've always fancied her. Ever since I first laid eyes on her. My name is Adelmira Ahmed. A young woman of Saudi Arabian descent living in the City of Calgary, Province of Alberta. I attend the University of Calgary, where I major in Criminal Law. Most people looking at me see a six-foot-tall, curvy and conservatively dressed young woman of Middle-Eastern des...
Cabernet Sauvignon, pasta fagioli soup, melt in your mouth Italian bread....the meal Celia created was amazing, but my palate was yearning for so much more. She awakened my taste buds with the passion she poured into every part of this amazing dinner. As I tried to slip slowly on my wine, I watched intently as she worked in the kitchen dicing tomatoes, measu...
The first part of this story was true. It happened. The rest of this is just a dream. In my dream, which I had the first night after I started physical therapy, Melanie and I are sitting on a brown, leather couch, watching some stupid movie. Melanie is wearing a pair of khaki colored slacks, a light yellow button up shirt with a button-down collar. We hav...
LMFPO... Looking back on it now I still get to laugh out loud as to the looks on those boys faces! Caroline, my ex, and I had finished dinner and were getting ready to go out for the evening. Showering together I must admit had prolonged the experience of getting ready, and we were both feeling pretty buoyant! Pushed back against the cool tiles of the wall,...
Well I guess that is one benefit of going away for a week; I have a big pile of mail waiting for me. I dumped the load on the dining room table and started sorting through it. Bill, bill, junk, junk, ... not for me, not for me, ... bill, not for me. Does the mailman use a white cane or a seeing eye dog? By the time I finished, the 'not for me' pile was almo...
I knew I wanted to fuck her the first time I saw her. Maybe not so roughly though. More like make love than fuck. She was drop-dead gorgeous. Long, dark brown hair, hazel eyes that change color in the sunlight, fit body, nice, perfectly-shaped small breasts. She was exactly my type. Her height and mine being only an inch apart, we were perfect for each other...